The sound of horse hooves sounded from the rain and fog. Two soaked Japanese communication cavalrymen were lying on the back of the horse, kicking the horse's belly with their legs, running wildly along the muddy road. The horse's hooves fell, and muddy water splashed.
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The Japs squad leader who stayed behind in Qinghe Town judged from the sound of gunshots that there were many attacking enemies as soon as he was attacked, so he decisively sent out communications troops to call for reinforcements.
The guerrilla officers and soldiers who were responsible for blocking the east exit of the town were a step too late to let the Japanese communication cavalry, who were galloping on horseback, leave the town first.
After the two communication cavalry left the town, they turned west and sped towards Xiaowangzhuang. All the strongholds along the way were destroyed by the guerrillas.
But there were so many checkpoints and strongholds that the guerrilla officers and soldiers destroyed most of them directly, except for a few key points to keep people on guard, and then went straight to Qinghe Town.
Therefore, these two Japanese communication cavalry did not encounter any obstacles along the way, and saw that all their strongholds along the way were destroyed.
All the puppet soldiers and Japanese soldiers who were guarding were dead, which frightened them even more. They knew that this was a premeditated attack, otherwise they would not have destroyed so many checkpoints so quietly.
They didn't dare to stop at all and kept running along the road in the direction of Xiaowangzhuang.
"Squad leader, there's a situation!"
The sound of horse hooves in the rain and fog alerted the guerrilla officers and soldiers who had blocked a bridge, and immediately issued a warning to their squad leader.
Squad leader "Kettle" listened carefully, and there was indeed the sound of horse hooves galloping towards them. He waved back: "Hidden!"
The guerrilla officers and soldiers who blocked the bridge quickly dispersed and took cover. They were covered in torn sacks smeared with mud and lay down on the muddy ground. Coupled with the rain and fog, they blended in with the nearby environment.
It is difficult to distinguish.
Soon, in Keke's eyes, a Japanese cavalryman appeared at the end of the bridge on horseback. He looked around warily for a while, then waved back, and another Japanese cavalryman emerged from the rain and fog.
"Squad leader, do you want to fight the Japanese cavalry?" Seeing the Japanese cavalry preparing to cross the bridge, a brother asked in a low voice.
Keke shook his head: "Don't fight, let them pass."
Squad leader Keke did not give the order to shoot. Now the guerrilla officers and soldiers with a strong sense of discipline were quietly hiding and did not shoot without permission.
When the little devil's cavalry disappeared from sight, the guerrilla officers and soldiers who were hiding dispersed and then stood up again.
"Squad leader, why don't you shoot? There are only two little devils. We can definitely keep them all. Those two horses are good things." One brother was very puzzled about not shooting.
Keke smiled and asked: "Have you forgotten why we attacked Qinghe Town?"
"Didn't you say that the Japanese would be mobilized to return reinforcements?"
"Yes, these two Japs cavalry are probably delivering messages. If we kill these two Japs cavalry, the Japs who go to attack Xiaowangzhuang will not know that we have attacked Qinghe Town, so how can they come back for reinforcements?"
Hearing squad leader Keke's explanation, the guerrilla officer and soldier was enlightened and understood.
"Okay, continue to be vigilant. If there are any more Japs coming later, let them all go." Squad Leader Kehu ordered.
"yes!"
The guerrilla officers and soldiers all agreed one after another and continued to block the bridge to serve as perimeter guards.
When the second battalion commander Wu Changqing jumped to the outside to attack Qinghe Town, the battle between Yang Ling and the others, who were blocking the main force of the Japanese at the mouth of the river, had already entered a fever pitch.
The individual soldier quality of the little Japs was very high. Although the guerrilla officers and soldiers used the fortification traps they had built previously to become familiar with the terrain, their casualties gradually increased in the face of the Japs soldiers who were as crazy as wild dogs.
In the swamp-like wilderness, dangers abound, and guerrilla officers and soldiers in combat groups attack the little devils everywhere, and the little devils also launch an effective counterattack.
As long as the guerrilla officers and soldiers move a little slower, they will be entangled by the little Japanese who rush towards them crazily, and then die heroically.
"Boom!"
From time to time, grenades from the grenades fell in the fields, blowing up muddy water and rotten grass flying all over the sky. Occasionally, guerrilla officers and soldiers in ambush were blown over.
The Japanese have learned to be smart. Whenever they think there is an ambush, they will bombard it with grenades or shoot with machine guns.
As long as they see the Japs stopping to prepare for shooting or bombardment, the ambushing guerrilla officers and soldiers will be forced to expose their bodies and run backwards in embarrassment before they can attack, otherwise they will be blown to death alive.
Although this method of the Japs Major was a waste of ammunition and time, it was so effective that the guerrilla officers and soldiers no longer dared to attack the slowly advancing Japs at close range, because once the distance was too close, it meant that they would also
Can't escape.
"The devil stopped again!"
A group of guerrilla officers and soldiers lurked behind a small mound. When they saw the Japanese vanguard unit walking in front stop again, they realized something was wrong.
"You lurk here and don't move. I'll lure them away. After ten seconds, you run in the opposite direction!"
The leader of the combat team gave instructions to the other two recruits. They were a guerrilla group led by the old and led by the new. The leader of the team was a veteran. He would definitely use his own body to lure the enemy in exchange for the survival of the two recruits.
In this plain and hilly area, the terrain is relatively flat. Although there is cover from rain and fog, once exposed, it is difficult to escape the pursuit of the Japanese.
"Let me lure them away!"
As soon as the veteran team leader finished speaking, a recruit volunteered and rushed out, grabbing a gun.
Seeing the new recruit rushing out, the veteran wanted to pull him back but didn't because the new recruit had the same idea and didn't want the two brothers who got along day and night to die.
"You bastard!" Looking at the running recruits, the veteran team leader's eyes suddenly turned red. He knew that he would lose a brother forever.
The machine guns of the Japs' vanguard team have been set up and they are ready to conduct fire reconnaissance on the mound. There are also two Japs soldiers, one on the left and one on the right, ready to come over for reconnaissance.
The guerrilla officers and soldiers suddenly rushed out. The little Japanese was also startled. He subconsciously pulled the bolt of his gun and fired.
"Da da da......"
The Japanese machine gunner also turned his gun in time, and the bullets chased the running brothers.
But this brother was running sideways. Although the Japanese soldiers reacted quickly, their bullets missed one after another, making them scream in anger.
"Bagayalu! Catch him!"
When the leader of the Japs' vanguard unit saw that there was only one guerrilla officer, he immediately waved his hand, and the Japs' vanguards immediately surrounded him.
"Walk!"
Glancing at the brothers who were running wildly among the whizzing bullets, the veteran team leader couldn't help but tears welling up in his eyes, but they were covered by the rain, and he rushed out in the opposite direction with another recruit.
The Japanese machine gun had already fired a bunch of bullets, and the riflemen had not had time to reload the ammunition, which gave the other two guerrilla brothers some time to escape.
"Get down!"
After running more than 20 meters, the veteran pushed the recruit to the ground, and the whistling bullets flew over their heads.
The veteran turned over and quickly pulled the bolt of his gun, shooting a shot behind him, which frightened all the Japanese soldiers and subconsciously avoided him. He took the opportunity to drag the new soldier and continued to get up and run.
On the other side, the recruit who attracted the Japanese did not run a hundred meters away before the bullet penetrated his body, but he just fell down, breathing heavily.
Looking at the bleeding hole in his chest, he had a look of relief on his face, pulled out the only remaining grenade, and held it tightly in his hand.
He didn't know if the grenade could still explode after getting wet, but this was the last thing he could do.